normally i dont notice the sound of the birds or the wind rustling through trees,
but on this day my senses hightened,
i could feel mother earth begging for us to give a shit!
begging for us to care
begging for us to give some effort
treat how its fare
we need her more than she us
without air no breath, no sun, no nature. seasons dont change, so crops dont grow,
the moon moves the ocean clashing waves to the shores bringing us breeze and cleans out the pores.
what do we do?

© Ashlee Binger